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An Anonymous Worker

"Walking on the Grass" (karaoke)

"Walking on the Grass" (sheet music)


In this blessed land of freedom where King Mammon wears the crown,
There are many ways illegal now to hold the people down;
When the dudes of state militia are slow to come in time,
The law upholding Pinkerton's are gathered from the slime;
There are wisely framed injunctions that you must not leave your job,
And a peaceable assemblage is declared to be a mob,
And Congress passed a measure framed by some consummate ass;
So they're clubbing men and women just for walking on the grass.

In this year of slow starvation when a fellow looks for work,
The chances are a cop will grab his collar with a jerk;
He will run him in for vagrancy, he's branded as a tramp,
And all the well-to-do will shout: "It serves him right, the scamp!"
So we let the ruling class maintain the dignity of law;
When the Court decides against us, we are filled with wholesome awe,
But we cannot stand the outrage without a little sauce
When they're clubbing men and women just for walking on the grass.

The papers said the union men were all but anarchists,
So the job trust promised work for all who wouldn't enlist;
But the next day when the hungry hoard surrounded city hall,
He hedged and said he didn't promise anything at all;
So, the pow'rs that be are acting very queer, to say the least;
They should go and read their Bible, all about Belshazzar's feast;
And when mene tekel at length shall come to pass,
They'll stop clubbing men and women just for walking on the grass.

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